#markimoo oneshot

[shyyandere44]

On this episode of things dark has to deal with being the disciplinarian of the ego manor:

Dark having to call Yan into his office- Bim already sitting in a chair.

“So tell me red riding hood, do you have any idea why I called you in here?” Dark would casually ask

“The garbage disposal was broken before I touched it.” Yan would quickly respond, making dark sigh.

“What- I- just sit down.” Dark would order,

It’s at this moment Yan realized Bim is avoiding eye contact with him, causing him to get anxious as he sits.

“Bim here was caught cooking a hand in our oven.. and as you are probably aware- we don’t allow bodies in the house.” Dark would casually say, eyeing Yan dead in the eyes, “is there something you want to tell me?”

Yan would of course respond the way he always does- sarcastically, “jeez you sound like some investigator- look just come out and accuse me of something so I can set you straight because I’m kinda in the middle of something-”

“Bim told me you’ve been sneaking bodies in through the backdoor and paying him in parts to keep his silence.” Dark impatiently cut him off.

There’s a tense silence for a good 10 seconds

Yans demeanor changed immediately, looking at Bim with seething fire- “You REALLY COULDN’T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT COULD YOU?”

“LOOK ITS EITHER GET IN TROUBLE FOR BRINGING THE BODY IN OR LYING FOR YOU” Bim quickly screamed back, “I HAD TO SAVE MY OWN ASS”

“WELL YOUR ASS IS GOING TO BE THE NEXT THING IN THE INCINERATOR!”

Dark shouldn’t have had this confrontation in his office.. the fight knocked over his favorite vase.

As you can imagine both had quite the punishment

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 631

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Gif credit goes to - @lum1natrix

Year posted - 2020

[septic-dr-schneep]

Wh ats some of your favourite oneshots you've written?

That question is really intimidating XD Hmm, let me think. In no particular order, these are some of my fondest

For the Septics:

Go It Alone

Never Alone

After-Echo

Up, Up And Away 

To Accept Defeat 

Hurdles and Barriers 

For the Ipliers:

Breakdown

Out of Turn

Slowly And Then All At Once

Walk Outside The Walls

Patience Is Bitter

The Burden of The Crown

[delicrieux]

. . . frosting

⋆✮ summary. live live live, here and now! 

pairing. markiplier x f!reader warnings. none ! wc. 690 ✧˖°.

prompt by anon. Eliixier asks - Would you be able to do another Markiplier reader insert? Perhaps where Markiplier and s/o are doing a live cooking YouTube video together were there messing around with icing and end up forgetting about the live video and share a kiss but they were trying to keep their relationship secret and the next thing they know Jacksepticeye rings them up and just ends up laughing over the phone about how clueless they were and they slowly look to the camera. Sorry if it’s a bit much x

creds. hd.

mlist | buy me coffee ♡ྀ

The two of you are good friends. To the world. In secret, you and Mark are the sweetest lovers that share butterfly kisses and hold hands when no one is looking. You had been featured in his videos a ton of times by now, and not one or two fan theories have surfaced that the two of you might be dating. That being said, no one was surprised when Mark announced another charity livestream and invited you to join along. This time, however, it is different. This time, it’s a cooking show instead of gameplay.

The camera is set up in his kitchen. The sun is waving down the horizon as it gradually grows darker and darker until its pitch black, only a few streetlights shinning on the pavement, car lights and bright windows from other apartments. October. Mark’s kitchen is decorated with various Halloween trinkets: paper bats stuck to the cabinets, cobwebs and fake spiders in the nooks and crannies of the room, a few carved pumpkins from his video with Sean that have red candles burning in them. The ingredients are located all over the table: standing with a fake smile Mark motions to the flour, eggs, icing, as if he is mimicking a bad TV show host. The two of you are wearing matching Halloween sweaters with ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ written on them and aprons. A laptop is placed near the sink so you could watch the chat as you worked. So far, all you did was smile into the camera staring directly at the two of you.

It does not take long for you to grow accustomed to the camera, and before realizing it you forget about it entirely. The laptop stays untouched, unchecked, whatever the viewers are saying is lost on deaf ears. Once in a while there is a ring of ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ when someone makes a donation, but even that loses the initial value it had. You and Mark simply talk, to each other and to the camera as one. Just two people enjoying each other’s company, completely oblivious to the thousands that are also present.

While making your coffin shaped cookie – of course, you waited them to cool down at first, since you had just taken them out the oven, - you had put too much green icing on the side. Mumbling a cuss word, you swipe your finger on the edge of the delicious dough and taste it. Thoughtfully, you hum.

“Delicious!” You exclaim with a smile. There is still a smidge of sugary goodness left on your bottom lip, one Mark notices and grins wolfishly before swooping right in and kissing you on the spot. You giggle, smacking his chest playfully before you part.

“Hmmm…” He pretends to think, “That really was delicious.”

“You are such a tool.”

“Hey!” Mark snorts, throwing some orange frosting at you, “You take that back!”

Before you can fire back with your own attack, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Curious as to who could be disturbing you, you wipe your hand on your apron and fish out the phone. Smiling once you read ‘Sean’ on the flashing screen, you accept the call and put it on speaker, “Hey, dude, what’s up?”

You hear him giggling, “Seriously, you two?” Sean asks. You share a look with Mark, “The livestream, or have you already forgotten?”

And it dawns onto you, with a panicked look you stare directly into the camera like you’re in the Office. You are unsure of what Mark feels, but it’s probably something similar to you, which is shock and horror. But that all soon melts away into bubbly laughter that escapes your lips; your eyes crank up with joy and you gaze at Mark, he too amused at the situation, as his arm snakes its way onto your waist and pushes you close to him.

“Well,” Mark announces to the camera, “sorry for keeping this a secret, guys.”

“We just…” You glance at Mark, then at the camera, “Didn’t really know how to break it, so…”

“You two are such dorks.” Sean comments through the phone. You snort.

“Yeah…yeah we kinda are.”

[charlypompom]

I think Niko likes @markiplier as has god really much!

[azadine-aliah]

Oh

@m

the decisions of emotional torturous torment!!!!

“DO THE LIVES OF THE MANY OUTWEIGH THE LIVES OF THE FEEEEEUUUUUUEEEEEWW!!!!!”

[bahannah01writes]

Just Breathe (Markiplier x Reader) One-Shot

Requested by an anon: Maybe a story about mark comforting reader after an Anxiety attack?

Requests are still open.

Warnings: Mentions of an Anxiety Attack.

Enjoy! 

~ ~ ~ 

Mark will forever be thankful for late night convenience stores. Especially since there is hardly any traffic at such hours, to come and go is always as easy as counting to three. It was a quick run, he merely needed to pick up some more drinks and candy for movie night while you make the popcorn at home- you two had an old fashioned popcorn machine, with a cute little crank even! So thankfully for him, it will still be in all of its hot and buttery goodness by the time he gets home.

     And Mark finds himself doing just that right now, his silver sedan pulling into the driveway. He grabs the bag and walks up to the door and despite his hands being full, Mark rings the doorbell and waits patiently. He rocks on the balls of his feet, the chill Los Angeles breeze causes goosebumps to rise on his tan skin. Yet, Mark waits for at least another minute before shrugging, thinking you didn’t hear the bell, and setting a bag on the porch to get his keys. Once in hand, he unlocks and opens the door making sure to grab the bag again before walking into your shared house. “Home,” Mark calls out, his eyes roaming the area in search for your familiar smiling form.

     But he’s only greeted by silence. His chest tightens as worry begins to wash over him, “___? Where are you?” A fast pounding of paws head toward him, Mark sighs but smiles all the same, “Hey Chica.” She barks and bounces a bit further in front of him, her tail frantically waving, looking antsy and unable to stand still. Confused, Mark moves to calm her but she only moves further away all while continuing to bark. He thinks before asking her, “Want me to follow you, Chica?” As if she understood him, she barks in response as she darts towards the hall bathroom. His dark brown brows furrow and Mark follows his golden dog down the hall.

     She stops in front of the door, whines and lies down, her big brown eyes looking up at him like a desperate plea. Confusion still clouds his mind until he hears it. He freezes and holds a hand out to Chica as if to tell her to stay quiet, Mark listens closely and his heart breaks at the realization.   

     You’re crying.

     He sets the bag on the floor and walks up to the door, hearing your broken sobs and raises a hand to knock gingerly on the wooden surface. Not hearing a response, he figures your mind is far too distracted to pay mind to his knocking, a heavy weight hits his chest as his fingers wrap around the doorknob in a futile attempt to see if you had left it unlocked. And much to his surprise, you had.

     While he wishes he could relish in this tiny victory, there’s no time to as he slowly opens the door to the bathroom. It isn’t long until Mark watches your curled up frame shaking, sobbing and breathing rapidly in the corner; your hand holds the wrist of the other which can’t seem to stop twitching. You’re having a panic attack. Sadly, he knows these signs well but he also knows that you’re coming down from one- a bad one at that. Cautiously, Mark moves towards you and kneels beside you- not wanting to startle you- he calls your name gently; both to let you know he’s here as well as to get your attention without touching and possibly scaring you.

     His words cut through the clouds in your mind, instantly, you freeze up. How much time has passed since he left? How long has he been here? Seeing you like this, a mess, a sobbing lunatic that started freaking out over nothing. God, he deserves better than this. Better than you. Better than someone who can’t stop crying and shaking in his hall bathroom after making popcorn. You don’t even know what happened, it just… Came over you. A tightness in the chest, tiny bouts of twitching from your fingers and a sudden panic flooding your mind and ridding it of all other senses. Yet, heightened them all to an overwhelming point that it stole your attention and breath.

     In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. In. In. Dammit, why couldn’t you breathe?! Your breath escaped you and you had rushed to the bathroom, trying to cool yourself off by splashing water on your skin. Temporarily, it worked, though the adrenaline still pulsed through your veins which only left you exhausted and miserable. You managed to sink into the corner you find yourself in currently; only now, he’s also here. You wish Mark wasn't here right now, he wasn't supposed to see... this.  

     Your doe eyes shift towards his own and he watches as more tears threaten to fall while worry and panic swirl about in your pools. The corners of his lips turning down as his brows knit together, in a strong and steady voice he asks, “What happened?”

     Stands of hair fall in your face as you look down again, curling deeper into yourself, you answer him with a hoarse voice- throat sore from sobbing, “I… I don’t know- it just- I was just making- I... I don’t know, I’m sorry... “

     Mark sighs, “Don’t apologize,” he bites his lip and studies the situation before leaning against the wall beside you. “C’mere,” his arms open and while tentative at first, you eventually give in and hug his torso tightly as if it’s the only thing grounding you to reality.

     His deep voice supplies sweet words of reassurance as he rubs your back soothingly. The rhythmic beating of his heart and aforementioned voice soon enough calm you to the point where they manage to lull you to sleep, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. Mark feels the tension leave your body and listens to the gentle pattern of your breathing, a small smile works its way onto his lips, glad to see you relaxed again. Deciding to stay like this for a bit longer, he quietly sings a slow and mellow lullaby to help keep your sleeping mind at ease.

        You always seemed to love his voice; whenever you would be in his arms and he would just talk to you, you found solace it in. A little piece of heaven on Earth if you will. It never went unnoticed to Mark, and though it may not be the brightest idea, the thought of maybe making you a playlist of him singing soft songs like how he is right now, could be a good one.

     Though, a light chuckle escapes him. 

    Does he dare put an original, super cool and super amazing rap on it too?

[lum1natrix]

yOU FUCKED UP NIKO MARK

H O WD A  R E

[nerdyhjarta]

Me: *drawing watching Mark play Oneshot*

Mark: "Silver! Are you talking about Silver?! Silver!"

Me: "What? What did I do?"

Me: ....

Me: "Oh you meant... oh.."

[wilfcrd]

Fanfic Anon here: First, I'm starting a oneshot with Damsel!Mark and Rescuer!Ethan for that one anon owo. And second, please don't be a meanie to Axel. They are so awesome and have dealt with my weird fanfic bs and they should be allowed to love everything Markimoo without all the hate. Love ya'll and Axel! -Fanfic Anon

Thank you fanfic I love you too uwu💕💗

[ariallybadpun]

It's so warm...

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 632

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Gif credit goes to - @madiesunny

Year posted - 2020

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 574

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Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 465

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Gif credit goes to - @martziplier98

Year posted - 2019

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"Jesus Christ this game is so spooky guys!" (Y/n) called out to her camera whipping around to see any possible oncoming threats. "Why did I agree to this!?" She was beyond nervous and just waiting for the inevitable scare, but it was talking it's sweet time, torturing her. "There you are!" Her enemy in the game called out having spot her, his sudden outburst causing her to scram out in shock. "(Y/n) LOOK OUT!" Mark shouted jumping at her to grasp her shoulders dramatically. (Y/n) screamed again punching Mark in the face in her panic, realization hitting her almost immediately, while Mark groaned out in pain holding his face. "Fuck Mark are you okay!?" She quickly ripped off the VR set and her headphones, dropping them to the floor without a care. "I'm okay." He groaned with a small chuckle, a little blood on his lip. "I'm so so so fucking sorry!" (Y/n) panicked wrapping her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. "It's okay, it was my fault anyways." Mark chuckled again wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her neck. "I feel like shit though." (Y/n) sighed holding him even tighter. "How can I make it up to you?" She added needing to do something as an apology. "You don't-" Mark began but was cut off by (Y/n) scoffing at him. "Okay.... How about you bake me some cinnamon rolls?" Mark offered knowing she wouldn't just let it go. "I'm gonna make you so fat on cinnamon rolls!" She exclaimed with a laugh, pulling away from Mark. "I'm okay with that." Mark laughed happy that she would finally accept that he's forgiven her.

[charlypompom]

@markiplier has only OneShot. And with this choice he breaks my heart, but not Nikos. I'm sure he likes him anyway.

[dearest-painter]

I would’ve scream and start running! IM NOT ATHLETIC BUT IMMA RUN!

Imagine # 631

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Gif credit goes to - @lum1natrix

Year posted - 2020